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The warded house breathed with quiet tension. Moonlight bled through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. On the worn couch, you and Benny lay entangled, a tapestry of human warmth and undead chill. Benny’s eyes, sharp and alert despite the feigned slumber, tracked the silhouette approaching. Dean moved with the predatory grace of a man who had survived Hell and Purgatory, his boots making no sound on the floorboards. He stopped, observing the peaceful scene, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips as he watched his partners rest.